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You know the thingy about Toon Lizzie and the italics, right? Goody goody gumdrops!!
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Oh, by the way-ness... Sorry I haven't written for so long (I lost track already)... Oh well. At least it's summer vacation already! Wheeee!!! ^_^
==============================================================================The next morning, Miranda was the first one to wake. She woke up fairly early... she slept at 10.30, but still. 6.00 am is all sun-just-rose-y. So she got dressed, ready for the Sunday ahead. Back in the room, someone was beginning to stir.
Lizzie wiped the sleep from her eyes. "Miranda? You up already?"
Miranda decided to be early-morning sarcastic. "Um, actually, Lizzie, I'm still asleep. See? I'm still there, in my sleeping bag. Can't you see me? Right there!"
"Very funny, haha. Hang on, okay? I'll just go get dressed." Lizzie grabbed some clothes from the closet, then went in the bathroom.
Miranda, on the other hand, walked to Gordo. "Gordo? Gordo? GORDO!"
"Hey! What wazzat for?" he said, pushing Miranda's hand off his shoulder, still shaking him.
"I'm a light sleeper, right?"
"Yeah. So?
"Now... don't you think that Lizzie falling on you would've woken me up?"
"It would've... so? What's your point?"
"I heard somehing last night..." she said, with a very, very mischievous grin on her face.
Gordo sat bolt upright. "You WHAT?!"
"It's no big, anyway. Everyone knows you like her... well, everyone that is... maybe you and Lizzie. But you wanna know a secret?" she said, smiling.
Gordo just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, fine. What?"
"Okay, this isn't exactly a secret from everyone else... but..." then she leaned in closer and whispered, "Lizzie likes you."
"Uh... no way." said Gordo backing up. "She can't like me... What's to like?"
Miranda noogied him. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed!! Lizzie likes you! A lot, thank you very much. She might not know it yet, but she likes you!"
"Okay... righhhht... Then how do you know that she likes me? I don't!"
Miranda raised an eyebrow to the ceiling. "You don't like her?? Do you know how much of a bad actor you are?"
"Okay, fine, I admit. I THINK I like Lizzie. But then, again, how can you tell that she likes me? Am I like, the only one who can't tell?"
"Um... yeah. You're the only one." said Miranda with a look on her face that clearly said, "DUH."
"But what made me say that anyway? Last night, I mean."
"I think I read somewhere, that when you're asleep... or really really sleepy and you can't think, you tend to say the truth. Or something like that."
"That can't be good."
Oh no, it can't! Lizzie was behind a closed door in the bathroom, yes. But the way her friends were half-screaming, she heard every word. Now that she thought about it - Okay, she thinks about it a lot. But to really think about it - it could be possible that she likes Gordo. The teeniest weeniest posibility.
She was all changed, anyway, so to let them know that she was going out already, she flushed the toilet, and opened the door."Uh... Hey?"
"Gaah! Lizzie!" Gordo almost hit the roof. "I-I-I think I'll just use the bathroom, hm? Yeah, bye!" Then he zipped off - really fast - to the bathroom.
Lizzie sat down beside Miranda. "So..."
"So..." (Where have we heard this before? Ü)
Lizzie tried desperately to change the subject. "So you guys want to hit the mall?" She raised her voice a little so Gordo in the bathroom could hear her.
From the bathroom came a "Hm?" Gordo couldn't really say anything because he was brushing his teeth.
"Miranda shook Lizzie back to reality. "Lizzie? Yeah. The mall opens at 10.00 in the morning!"
Remember what I said about the minds of those sleepy people? "Mhmmm, so?"
"Okay. DUH! It's only 6.30 in the morning!"
"Oh..."
"Somebody's still sleepy!"
Just then, Gordo came out of the bathroom, wearing his regular clothes. Then he turned to Lizzie, sporting a grin. "The mall at 6.30?"
"Give it a rest. What do you guys want to do today?"
"How about... nothing!" volounteered Gordo. "It's a beautiful Sunday! Hang around in the Park... Pretend we're kids again!! Go swinging, sliding..."
Miranda perked up. "Yeah, that's cool! Hang on...... I do that!"
Lizzie did a baby face. "Widdle Miwanda?"
The gang went laughing, and when it subsided, Miranda spoke. "Seriously... what do you guys want to do today? Actually," she said yawning, "don't answer that yet. 6.30 in the morning is WAAAY to early for anything else. I know we've already changed and all that, but I think I want to hit the sack again."
Of course, this was not to be. Lizzie and Gordo were on her in a heartbeat, tickling her awake.
Miranda tried her best to fend off the tickles. "Fine, fine! Let's just go down, then!" And with that, the three Musketeers made their way down the stairs, and into the kitchen."
Lizzie was first to notice the eery quiet of the kitchen. "Why isn't anyone down here yet?" And of course, right after the last words of the question left her lips, did the answer hit her. "Oh." She flushed pink.
Gordo gave her a good-natured slap-on-the-back. "S'no problem. We can eat!"
Miranda's head poked out of the fridge, where she headed straight for. "Lizzie, Gordo, unless you want you want Mrs. McG's left-over tuna casserole," Miranda shuddered. The last one she ate was still hard as a rock in her tummy. "which, for my sake I hope you don't, we can have..." she made a show of getting something that was buried at the very back of the fridge. She pulled out... A carton of Milk. "CEREAL!"
Gordo rubbed his palms together as he was making his way to the table. "Oh, yessss... Gourmet food for us!"
Lizzie and Miranda gave little laughs as they made their ways to set the table. Miranda with the food, Lizzie with the bowls.
Now you may wonder why Gordo's doing nothing. Not setting the table or anything. Oh, he thought he could get away with it. He was happy without having to do anything. That is... until Lizzie and Miranda sat down.
"Hey! Where's my spoon, Milk, and bowl?"
And, as one, the girls responded with faces stuffed with cereal, "Get your own, Gordo!" and giggled, which in effect, spouted a little milk from their mouths.
Gordo stood up. "Oh, geez. Can't a guy get pampered anymore by two lovely women?" Both Lizzie and Miranda laughed, but Miranda was someone who found a double meaning... or so she thought.
Lizzie's mind was racing, though she fought to keep her cool. It's no big deal.. It was just a joke, wasn't it? I mean... he DID address it to both Miranda and me, right? Oiii...
And, on the other side of the room, Gordo's mind was also going crazy. Isn't it lovely how these teen hormones go all haywire? What did I just say?? Oh no... Miranda's looking at me all wierdly like! But I didn't mean it!!! Did I...?
After Gordo got all his eating stuff and walked back to the table where the girls were eating, everyone tried to act as normal as possible. Which, of course, resulted in a stiff breakfast, though no one wanted to admit it. 'Tis a beautiful world we all live in, isn't it? I mean, all this brought on by a little sentence? Geez...
Breakfast came and went and our trio finally went to the mall. They went around and window shopped at first, but their little tum-tums were protesting that a bowl of cereal wasn't enough... And of course the fact that they ate hours ago didn't help, so they sat down in a fast food restaurant. Lizzie and Gordo (upon Miranda's insistence and Gordo's claims of, "Age before beauty") were saving the table while Miranda got their food.
They dug in without mercy, gobbling their Frieed Chicken and Spaghetti like there was no tomorrow. They at first started wating their chicken using the plastic utensils, but gave up and used their hands nstead. Needless to say, their table was one of the messiest in the food court. Like anyone cared (okay, so maybe the cleanup guy).
After all the shopping (Gordo was made official bag carrier... Poor him), they agreed that they were all pooped, especially Mr. Bag Carrier, so they made their way out of the mall.
But, right at the entrance, Miranda made a sudden stop, a look of... something on her face. Her eyes were wide open and weren't blinking, and her mouth was agape.
Lizzie was worried. "What's wrong? Miranda?" she ran a hand in front of her face.
Miranda managed a weak stammer. "L-l-look..." and pointed weakly into the distance.
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Hahaha! Hope ya guys like it!! Sorry again for the no-update... I wasn't sure where to take this story. Actually, I'm still not sure. Oh well! ^_^
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~HorseGirl
